What Home Means To Me

After you come back from a long trip Reaching home. Where you’re surrounded by family All the thoughts And memories Reaching out to your head To remind you Where you are. Hearing the beautiful birds chirping out loud, In their language Singing, The beautiful songs they know. And the stunning smell of cut grass, While getting welcomed with a bright tight hug. The march mist, I could feel it flying past my cheeks. As I pleasantly watched the kids outside, Playing with friends. With nothing on my parent’s minds but treating me with care. The New Years spirit and decorations That lit up the house. As we sat there, Smiling while spending time together. Home is life, And the best place to seek. Though people say home Is nothing but a room, Or a place to be. But it’s way more when you see. Home is a place to be protected. With friends and family Who will always stick with you, Keep you protected and safe. Admiring your brilliant ideas Throughout your journeys Of life. Home. Filled with love And care To me, Home is family.